Jack Branford hadn’t made an appearance at a Sunday church service in over ten years, so the congregation was taken aback to see him walking through those double doors in his overalls and straw hat. And they were flabbergasted to see him leading Cora, his cow, in behind him.
Cora was his buddy since his wife had passed on six years ago, and the old cow was looking a bit frail as she clumsily followed him down the aisle. The pair took a seat in the back. Well, Jack took a seat; Cora just stood beside him.
Whispers floated around the small room, as Jack sat quietly held Cora’s rope. The solemn look on his face turned to a slight grin as the little folks giggled at having a cow in church.
Audrey Douglas began playing hymns on the piano, and everyone quieted as the preacher entered the room.
He was caught off guard at the sight of a cow attending his service, but if it got Jack to come, he would let it be. “Let’s all rise, and sing The Lord is with Thee.” He opened his hymn book and led the congregation in song, still questioning the appearance of a cow in the back of his mind.
The preacher started the sermon, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Brother Jack, It’s a joy to see you this morning, but may I ask why you brought Cora?”
Jack stood, a single tear slid down his cheek. “Cora’s been only my friend since my wife went to the great beyond, and now she is sick. I was hoping I could bring her to for healing prayer.”
A few snickers were heard, but most sighed with sympathy for the old man.
“After the sermon, bring her on up and we’ll all pray for Cora.” The preacher cleared his throat and began his sermon.
After service, all were asked to bow their heads as the preacher asked for the Lords healing power for Sister Cora the cow.
After church, Jack led Cora home to rest. During the next week, she had improved greatly. Jack was so pleased with her progress, he showed up at church the next Sunday morning. Jack and Cora came strolling through the doors, this time Jack was wearing his good suit with his hair well groomed, and Cora was wearing a straw hat decorated with daisies. They took the same seat in the back, ignoring the snickers and whispers scattered throughout the room.
Jack and Cora came strolling through the doors, this time Jack was wearing his good suit with his hair well groomed, and Cora was wearing a straw hat decorated with daisies. They took the same seat in the back, ignoring the snickers and whispers scattered throughout the room.
The preacher walked up to the pulpit and smiled at Jack. “Good to see you, Brother Jack and Sister Cora. Let us rise and sing from the hymnal. Page twelve.” The preacher conducted service as usual. From that Sunday on Jack and Cora didn’t miss a service, until his death
From that Sunday on Jack and Cora didn’t miss a service, until his death three years later. Cora joined him the next day.